Last Totem Novel - Chapter 125

Chapter 125 Origin Energy
Tie Zha narrowed his eyes and stared at Qin Ke’er, his gaze cold and threatening.

Qin Ke’er subconsciously took a step back and said coquettishly, “Who are you scaring? I’m not afraid of you!”

After a stalemate, Iron Cinder spread out his hands and shrugged his shoulders, expressing his helplessness.

“So bad!” Qin Ke’er cursed with a stern face. Looking at the other party’s dragging manner, she wished she could step forward and punch him.

After this episode, the atmosphere quickly returned to normal. Qin Ke’er placed her hands behind her back and leisurely strolled beside Tie Zha, occasionally turning her face to say a few words.

Tie Zha had a few words to say. After a while, Qin Ke’er suddenly turned her head to look at him and asked seriously, “Zhang Tie, do you have a dream?”

“Dream …” Tie Zha couldn’t help but ask, “Can you eat it as a meal?”

“I’m serious, I’m ignoring you!” Qin Ke’er stomped her foot angrily and walked forward.

Tie Zha stepped forward and pulled her. He grinned and asked, “What is your dream? Please explain it.”

“Dream … Dream is the life you want to pursue.” Qin Ke’er said.

Tie Zha shook his head, indicating that he did not understand. Qin Ke’er went on to explain that dreams were plans for the future, such as what major she wanted to study in the future, what occupation she wanted to pursue, what kind of wife she wanted to marry, and where she wanted to live.

The iron slag pondered for a moment and said, “I don’t know.”

“Are you making fun of me?” Qin Ke’er frowned and asked.

“I really don’t know.” The iron slag replied seriously.

“You don’t know what you want to do in the future? You don’t have any plans?” Qin Ke’er asked, half surprised and half confused.

Tie Zha expressionlessly nodded.

‘”Oh” Qin Ke’er replied absentmindedly, as if her soul had been pulled out of her body at this moment, and her mind had become absent-minded. She lowered her head and walked forward thoughtfully. Until everyone separated, they did not say a word.

After returning to the dormitory, Qin Ke’er walked to the balcony alone. Looking at the calm Egret Lake, he fell into deep thought …

After an unknown amount of time, she slowly took out her phone and called out a group of numbers. She stared blankly at them for a long time. Finally, she took a deep breath and pulled the number into the blacklist.

The next morning, the fog on Egret Lake was like a paradise on earth.

Tie Zha got up early and sat down on the balcony with a chair. He looked at the cloudy lake in a daze.

As time passed, the sun slowly rose. Golden light shone on the white stone road, the green grass, the lush leaves, and the tranquil lakeside. Gradually, the sunlight dispersed the morning mist and ushered in a new day for the academy.

Last night, Qin Ke’er’s silence woke him up. They were actually people from two different worlds, so it was impossible for them to have too much intersection. Although Huang Yu said that Qin Ke’er was interested in him after returning, his analysis was reasonable. However, he was the only one who knew how to feel.

It was 8:30 a.m. when Huang Yu got up and went to the balcony. He held the fence and yawned. Then, he invited Tie Zha to the dining hall for breakfast.

During breakfast, Huang Yu chatted about the other two roommates.

Marcus Baldwin was a typical native of the Western Continent. He was tall and sturdy, majoring in single-handedly combat. He was usually quiet, direct, simple, and easy to understand. He didn’t hide anything in his heart, so he was easier to get along with.

The other roommate was a little different. Johnson Zhang was a fat man with a square face, thick eyebrows and big eyes. He looked honest and upright, but in reality, he was so cautious that he couldn’t afford to lose anything. Moreover, he thought highly of himself and majored in battlefield command and management. He once put a note in the stationery box, determined to be a “master”.

Huang Yu said that Johnson Chang might have come from the Far East, but he had always stressed that he was an aborigine of the Western Continent. However, his surname was the same as Zhang Tie’s. They were both surnames from the Far East Continent, so it was impossible for him to be an aborigine of the Western Continent.

“Since you don’t recognize your birthplace, why do you still have this surname? Why don’t you just give it to me?” Huang Yu said resentfully.

Iron Slag didn’t answer and just listened quietly. He had never seen these two people before, so it was impossible for him to judge others based on Huang Yu’s one-sided words. Moreover, this Huang Yu clearly had some prejudices towards Johnson Zhang. The iron slag didn’t know what kind of conflict there was between them, nor did it want to know, nor did it want to participate.

Huang Yu chattered endlessly. He and Johnson were high school classmates, and they already knew what he was like. But he was so unlucky that when he entered school last year, the computer automatically assigned them to a dormitory. He had to pay three gold coins to change his dormitory. He had no choice but to live together.

Not long after they finished breakfast and returned to their dormitory, Marcus and Johnson returned one after the other.

Marcus and Huang Yu described him as a simple and straightforward person. After entering the room, Marcus greeted his two roommates. After a brief acquaintance with Tie Zha, he sat down at the table and fiddled with his laptop. He neither spoke nor moved. Iron Slag noticed a detail. When Marcus was using the computer, his voice was very low, as if he didn’t want to disturb others.

Johnson came in with a warm smile and greeted his three roommates.

At this time, Tie Zha discovered that Huang Yu and Qiangsen were like old acquaintances and old friends. They hooked their shoulders and shouldered each other as soon as they met, appearing to be very intimate. If he hadn’t heard Huang Yu’s evaluation during breakfast, Tie Zha would have mistaken them for good brothers.

Only then did Tie Zha realize that he couldn’t understand Huang Yu at all. He clearly hated it in his heart, but he pretended to be familiar with it, which really puzzled him. In an instant, he suddenly remembered how Huang Yu judged him behind his back and in front of others.

When he thought of this, a trace of coldness appeared in the depths of his heart. It was so cold that one’s heart was pierced through.

From this, he thought of Qin Ke’er. He suddenly realized that he couldn’t understand these people at all. Perhaps this is the rule of Silver City …

In the following period of time, Tie Zha subconsciously alienated Huang Yu and everyone else. He would rather be alone than face false faces. He was a simple and straightforward person. He didn’t want to guess what kind of real thoughts were beneath that face. It was truly tiring.

These days, he always leaves early and returns late. He went out early in the morning and went back to his dormitory after almost going to bed at night. He wandered around the academy and was as familiar with every place as possible. After a few days, he strolled around and roughly understood the environment and various facilities of the academy.

The academy occupied a large area. Although he didn’t know exactly how big it was, he felt that it was as big as a quarter of Tieshan Town. Tieshan Town had a population of nearly a million, which was equivalent to a small city. One could see just how big the academy was.

Three days later, he found a good place to pass the time-Little Candlelight Fort.

Little Candle Lamp Castle was the library of the Central Silver City Military Academy, and there was no end to the collection of books inside. Tie Zha swiped his magnetic card and went in. He charged two copper coins a time. The price was cheap. In addition to reading books, he also provided hot water and walnut biscuits.

Tie Zha was very satisfied with this, staying in the library all day, thirsty with hot water, hungry with delicious biscuits to eat. He usually looks for picture books to read. Most of the books here were written in aristocratic languages, and he could not understand them.

He liked to read the atlases of mecha and power armor the most. After a few days of research, he was able to roughly identify the type and style of mecha and power armor.

It was mentioned in the book that the strongest fighters in the world were not Saint-ranked experts wearing power armor, but Origin Energy Evolvers who were piloting mecha.

Between the two, the power armor has the advantages of high flexibility, high maneuverability, simple control, weak firepower, poor defense, poor endurance.

The advantage of the mecha was that it had strong firepower, thick armor, and strong endurance. The disadvantage was that it was heavy, slow to react, and difficult to control.

Therefore, in conventional battles, the mecha was no match for the power armor. To the mecha, the agile power armor was like a fly, unable to hit no matter how hard it hit.

On the other hand, the mecha was like a living target. The mecha could fight as much as it liked. However, the advantage of the mecha was only when facing ordinary mecha pilots. When the mecha pilot switched to the Origin Energy, the outcome of the battle would be completely reversed.

A mysterious Origin Energy Evolver could sense the movement of everything and possessed the ability to “predict”.

With this ability, the mecha’s firepower hit rate was extremely high, and its flexibility also increased exponentially. Origin Energy practitioners could often sense danger and avoid fatal attacks.

The mecha, which had the ability to “predict”, was like chopping melons and vegetables when it used its power armor.

Fortunately, there were very few Origin Energy practitioners in this world. Currently, there were only a few hundred registered. Moreover, most of the hundreds of Origin Energy practitioners were of thin Origin Energy, and very few of them were capable of truly releasing Origin Energy.

Iron Slag also learned that “Origin Energy External Release” and “Spiritual Energy External Release” were completely different concepts.

The so-called release of psionic energy meant that when a psionic energy user reached rank 6 or above, they could concentrate their psionic energy at a single point and release it to the outside world, causing them to attack from afar. Some Saint-ranked Psionic Adepts were also able to release large areas of Psionic Storm.

As for the release of Origin Energy, it was reflected in whether the strength of Origin Energy could illuminate both eyes and emit a light purple light. The intensity of the light signified the depth of perception of the Origin Energy evolver in time and space.

Simply put, it was the accuracy and foresight of the “prediction”.

To put it more simply, it depended on whose luck was better!

Origin Energy was a mysterious, ethereal, and elusive ability, yet it truly existed.

The Pope of the Temple, the Moon God Priest of Notre Dame, and the Great Prophet of the Temple were all powerful Origin Energy Evolvers.

They were the most peculiar evolvers in this world, as if they were messengers sent by the heavens, gods, and ancestors to guide humanity in the pitch-black universe.

The three great faiths have been trying their best to absorb and nurture Origin Energy practitioners.

In the temple, they were called “sacred arbiters”; In Notre Dame, they are known as “galaxy walkers”; In the Ancient Temple, they were known as the “Prophets of Dawn”; In the lost temple of glory, they are called “soul singers”.

Origin Energy practitioners possessed an innately transcendent status. This was especially true for those who had reached the “Origin Energy Release” level. If they were kind, they would be blessed. Once they did evil, they would cause immeasurable harm to all mankind.